They used to be called... actually they weren't called anything
you just said, " hey, does your kid want to come over and play?"
But that was too many words and didn't sound important enough.
So, the modern play-date was created.
Play-dates sound very structured, but funny things can happen on them.
Like the one my four-year old had today with two little girls.
There's a lot to explore in a home that isn't yours.
Drawers for instance.
He pretty much knows what's in our drawers.
Other people's drawers however are still areas of mystery that must be investigated.
And that's what he did.
At some point during his play-date, the mother of the home whose drawers were virgin territory, waltzed into her bedroom to find my son and the girls covered in Astroglide.
A personal lubricant and moisturizer recommended by 4 out of 5 stay-at-home moms.
All play-dates must end my friends, and so did this one.
But I'm guessing we'll probably have her girls over for a play-date in the next day or so, while she runs a quick errand to Fascinations, the global sex emporium that's as ubiquitous as the Gap these days.